When I looked at the reactions of everyone present, they were silent, and most of them had their heads bowed. I had a feeling that he was not someone to be trifled with because all his servants would indeed reflect their master.
Just like me.
My eyes slowly shifted to the young man in front of me.
He had almond-shaped eyes with monolids that held so much emotion. He was pretty tall and lanky, taller than me, too.
When I thought about it again, Mr. White was not considered short, but when he was among tall people like him or the head chef, I would feel dwarfed.
He also had rare, bright blue hair that shone like the morning sky.
Abruptly, Ms. Hazel, the handmaiden, stood between us. Her face, anxious a moment ago, was now fierce like a cat ready to defend its life.
I looked at her, perplexed.
"Relax, I'm not going to do anything to your Master," he said sarcastically.
Therefore, while looking at the food served on the table, I realised that it was not the usual menu served by my culinarian, and seeing the number of servants who came with him made me inquisitive.
"Well, I just want to jump into my question for you, Your Highness," ask me appropriately.
"Sure," he said.
"What brings Your Highness here?"
To think of it, it took us fifteen days to arrive here. We sort of just came, were we?
Then, it is obvious he follows us soon, and we are left with the old residents.
"I will tell you, but can we drop the formality? We don't usually talk like this. Are you perhaps still mad at me for stealing the Duke's daughter? I know she was supposed to be your fiancée, but she is not meant for you. She likes me, and she loves me. Can you understand that?" he said with a frown beginning to form on his face.
The servant's face filled with jaw-dropper.
Then again, like me.
I don't want to know whom she loves or whom you like, but to my understanding, this fellow in front of me is not a friend. He is a crud.
This Mr White, a human man of Mr White, has a lot to fix in his life. I wonder what kind of person he is, but this and that situation gives me an idea of what type of person he is.
He needs to find courage.
"Is this the reason you moved out or perhaps the reason you suddenly didn't show up at the Royal meeting?" his voice suddenly loud, like infuriated.
Shouldn't it be me who has to be enraged?
Nonetheless, I don't seem to understand the need to be mad, maybe because I wasn't the one to embrace that moment.
I had enough of him.
"Ms. Maid escorted our guest to the main gate," ordered me.
"You can't do this to me; I am the Crown Prince!"
"Indeed, but half of your so-called Capital is my Family land. You are just a Ruler. Without land, you are nothing. Your people will not serve under a poor monarch with nothing but selfishness," I said with a still tone, trying to act as if my head was not on the line.
Dying after this was not something I would regret anyway.
At that instant, his face became even more ferocious. His hands were clenched tightly, ready to be swung at my face.
However, Ms Hazel, the handmaiden, stepped between us, and the punch hit right on her cheekbone as her petite body flew and crashed into mine.
You know what?
I never felt the need to do more than make a din before.
My routine was simple: I ate, was petted, walked, defecated, and slept.
This is more than enough reason for me to reject this human body and be taken from this world.
Suddenly, the head chef came to grab us from behind before we both collapsed on the floor.
Without a word, I stood up and approached him, leaving Ms. Hazel in the head chef's lap. Without wasting time, I opened my palm and swung it towards the man with all my might.
There was a gasp from the servant watching from the sidelines.
Although I knew what I was doing was wrong, I didn't care. My eyes, which had been staring at his stunned face at what I had done, grew angrier at the thought of someone under my care being beaten up for trying to defend me.
Before he could catch his breath, I swung another slap at his face to vent my anger for the second time. Yet again, before I could ride another hand, a cylindrical iron was hinged between us.
"Mr. White, please stop," he said firmly, but his tone was slightly soft. He must have just been doing his duty as a servant.
From his attire, I was sure he was a guard for the man before me. Well, purportedly, the Crown Prince.
I then put an end to it, then backwards a few steps away from that man after listening to his guard's request.
However, the man still wanted to come towards me to pick a fight. But, his guard's hand gestured at him to stop instantaneously.
"Pardon me, Your Highness, I wanted to remind Your Highness of the reason we were here today. We don't yearn for fight but peace," whispered him toward that man's ear as if I couldn't hear them talking even though we were a half meter away.
But, darting at that man's facial expression, it doesn't look like he wants peace. Well, to a swelling face like that, who does?
As the dawn had set now, it turned gloaming, and I felt cold even though I was wearing clothes. How nice it would be to be a cat again. I don't need to wear dresses and still feel warm.
"Head Chef," I called out.
"Yes, Mr White," she replied.
"What's for dinner tonight? I'm hungry." I asked, ignoring the two of them standing in front of me. Which was still whispering, but it felt too protracted.
"How about the new recipe I made earlier this afternoon? The dish hasn't been served yet; it's still in the kitchen pot, " she smiled.
Ms Hazel, the handmaiden, slowly stood up with the help of the head chef.
"What about your face? Maid," asks me gently to make sure she is alright.
"I'm fine, no need to worry, Mr White," she replied with a smile that said she was relieved I was alright.
"Huh, why ask about your food? I've already prepared food for you outside." the man interjected.
I turned my glance toward the man and scrutinised him.
"However, you have to go, and I don't want your food. Take it with you." I replied curtly to him.
"Hey, I came here to give you a present. Isn't your birthday two weeks from now?" he said but sounded demanding.
"Why not come two weeks from now?" I reply sarcastically.
"You also came without giving notice." continues me.
"We're friends, and I'm the Crown Prince. I am- ehem! You know what I mean." he halts as if he doesn't want to argue further.
"My apologies, no."
"Huh! Please. Don't make me enraged anymore." his voice becomes fierce.
"That's said," before I could finish, he intruded halfway.
"Before you could say anything that sounded crappy, I brought twenty servants that I bought especially for you, you know? I brought them here for fifteen days, fed them and everything to give them to you," explained him.
He brought humans from the black market as a gift.